i was tempted to lie about my name

so the method has to be autonomous

Thank you, Jack

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

but really the thing should be autonomous

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Style

no longer writing in the third person

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"Put a blanket."

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Can I see

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.


i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

kind of mythopoesis

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


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Better Lift

in a post. I want to be remembered

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

...

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.